My 17-year-old son shaved his head for his sick girlfriend – the next day, her mother said, “You need to come to the hospital and see what your son did.”

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“It’s who I’ve been,” she said, sighing. “And I hate it.”

We stopped outside Room 412.

“I’ve been jealous.”

There was laughter inside, real, surprised, gasping laughter! Lily’s laughter was the kind I hadn’t heard in months!

Diane put her hand on the door. She finally looked at me, her eyes wet.

“I tried to convince myself that he was turning her into continue reading …